Ronin Warriors not mine. Can't I have them? Pretty pretty please?
Day Of Communion
The chill of beginning autumn
brings me to their graves
to kneel before the line
and sing remembrance.
Sigh, and tell them stories
of what's been going on
while I have walked alone;
I've come to watch the dawn
to let my eyes be his who loved the sunrise so.
I have watched the comets as they trail across the sky.
i know the rhythms of the seasons, now
bloom and grow and wane and sleep...
I know the splendor of fire,
and the soothing peace of water.
I have slept and dreamed of the earth,
moving in immeasurable rhythm, shaping all above it.
I have learned it all, and carry it within me,
to bring to them the stories.
This is the only place I have to ease the loneliness,
the wait until death finally reunites me with them.
Day Of Communion
The chill of beginning autumn
brings me to their graves
to kneel before the line
and sing remembrance.
Sigh, and tell them stories
of what's been going on
while I have walked alone;
I've come to watch the dawn
to let my eyes be his who loved the sunrise so.
I have watched the comets as they trail across the sky.
i know the rhythms of the seasons, now
bloom and grow and wane and sleep...
I know the splendor of fire,
and the soothing peace of water.
I have slept and dreamed of the earth,
moving in immeasurable rhythm, shaping all above it.
I have learned it all, and carry it within me,
to bring to them the stories.
This is the only place I have to ease the loneliness,
the wait until death finally reunites me with them.
